Rain

Stone Soup Magazine
January 2019

Zhimei Xu

“You see, if there was no rain, there would be no plants or animals” Beep. Beep. Beep. I turned over and rubbed my eyes while yawning. I glared at my alarm...

I stand there, soaking up the warmth of the sun I stand at the top of the cliff, gazing down at the clear, cool green of the water. I can see the rocky bottom...

“Jason, sweetheart, just please get out of the car. It may be cold, but it really is beautiful.” I crossed my arms tighter and sank lower down in my seat. The...

Eleven-thirty, says my watch. I slide out of bed and begin to get dressed. Pajamas off, bathing suit on. I creep out of my room and peek into my parents’, my...

From that moment I became a self-appointed crusader and protector of the birds Even as a child, I was fascinated by wild things. Some of my first memories are...

How I Found Chanterelles Rain splattered against ice-cold windows, and fat, foggy, clouds hung low. I was in my dad’s twenty-one-year- old Honda Accord,...

When I lifted my lids on the morning of April fourteenth, there was a change in the air. I couldn’t hear, see, smell, or even touch this feeling. I just knew...